Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Year, slowly like your latest chapter!The smile on the annual average Ting's face froze, "Lolo, I am wearing such a sexy look and standing in front of you, is that what you think?"

Shouldn't he be convinced under his slender legs?

Shouldn’t he be fooled by his male looks?

"I'm curious, I obviously didn't leave you so much money," Lausanne Qiang smiled and blinked his curious eyes.

"...I snatched the red envelopes in the group," Tingjun said with a dejected look aside Junjun's face.

Lausanne: "..."

She remembers that he used to disdain red packets from the group, and said that she was a little boyish. He really never robbed them, even if the people in his family often sent all kinds of large red packets.

I didn't expect it to be red now.

Lausanne suddenly felt sour in his heart, "Give me your phone."

"Lolo, I don't have money for private housing anymore, you don't need to check me anymore," the average Ting said aggrievedly.

"Give me," Lausanne insisted.

Ting had to give her cell phone to her every year. Lausanne opened his WeChat and checked his change balance, which was only one yuan.

"You gave me the red envelope money you grabbed, then what do you have left," Lausanne looked up.

Every year Ting glances at her, "I have enough of you."

"..."

Well, in the early morning of New Year's Day, she admitted that she was really moved.

She returned the phone to him, and then sent him a red envelope, 13140 yuan.

"Lolo, you doubled it back to me," the average annual Ting was stunned.

Lausanne pulled him to sit beside him, "Not only to return your red envelope, but also to reward you."

After she finished, she leaned over and kissed his thin lips, "Happy New Year, husband, I don't have a gift, but I can give myself to you."

The average Ting was dumb, and her throat moved hard, feeling that she slowly pried open his thin lips, and then without his hands free, he directly took off his bathrobe.

Then he was overwhelmed by her on the large bed.

On the other side of the bed, the sleeping son.

He was terrified, "Lolo, you are a pleasant surprise with this gift, but should we change places, I'm afraid I will get out of control..."

Lausanne Renjun couldn't help but smiled, "Okay, but you have to hug me to the couch."

Every year, Ting was fascinated by dizziness, and he climbed up and hugged her to the sofa.

At that time, she was directly thrown down, Lausanne hung his hands on his shoulders, fingers passed through his dark hair, raised his head and kissed his eyes, "Jun Ting, thank you for being so good to me."

"You are my wife, and I should be good to you. Of course, if you have to thank me, you can add more tonight," Ting said with a smile.

"Uh... I suddenly felt that I was pretty good to you, and I don't need to thank you anymore," Lausanne turned away.

Every year Ting snapped her into her arms and pressed her with a smirk, "Lolo, you just said to give me to myself, I accepted it."

After speaking, she pressed heavily on her delicate pink lips.

The two haven't been intimate for a long time, and the average Ting suddenly resembles a wild horse, pulling Lausanne's pajamas to death.

And his physical strength seemed to be stronger than before. Lausanne fell from the cloud to the ground several times and was sent back by him.

Repeatedly several times, the sofa cloth she was lying on was wet by her crying.

"Look at you, crying above, crying below," after the incident, the average annual Ting still embraced her in his arms, "how do you cry so much, almost wake up your son."